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Happy New Year, Everyone!

This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction. I chose it to be about Matt Murdock 👉🏾👈🏾

Please do read it and comment on it, like it and support it. Thanks❤️

⚠️ Warnings: Some drunken abuse, a bit of beating (not mentioned), fluff, mention of alcohol, mention of kiss, new year's kiss, I guess that is it. Please let me know if I miss something.

A Momentous New Year's Eve!

It's intoxicating!

I didn't know it could feel this way until I stood at this spot. I lost the count of cups I had consumed of that inebriated drink. But it was the time of the year when people party and let themselves lose to the music, to the booze and maybe to some frivolous mistakes. Let's not talk about the mistakes because my life was already a mess. Partying with Columbia Law students as an outsider should be enough, for now, to think about anything else.

I might slightly be under the alcoholic influence, but one look at this black glasses guy made me sober in an instant. Could someone be this beautiful yet foolish at the same time? He was trying to perform tap dance. At least, that's what I could comprehend with my hazy mind while someone was trying to catch him in his miserable attempts. I didn't know that I was staring at him intensely when his friend looked at me once and said something in his ear.

Assuming that my party was over, I headed toward the door surreptitiously. Well, no one would mind anyway if I made my exit known to people. Moreover, my friend Stella, who studied at Columbia Law, could not be seen anywhere. And knowing her, she might be with her boyfriend and guessing their nature, both must be drowned in alcohol. Smiling at their childish behaviour, I looked at my watch, which stated 11:30 PM. Though not that late, but considering it was New Year's Eve, I should head home before some drunkard ruined my mood. I wore my coat and exited the door, ready to taste New York's winter air, but halted in my steps when somebody held my wrist a bit harshly.

"Excuse me, do I know you?" I couldn't comprehend whether he was a grown-up man or a college boy due to his drunk self. Besides, he was slurring.

"I saw you yesterday at the canteen with Stella. I wanna hangggg outtt with you."

"I am really sorry. I don't know you. Maybe we should talk tomorrow or the day after that. Sometimes later."

"Noooooo. I like you, and I want to kiss you. Right fucking now!!"

He wasn't leaving my wrist, and his grip was tightening with each passing second, which I was pretty sure would leave a mark.

"Listen, man, first of all, I don't know you, and second, leave my fucking hand! It HURTS!!"

I didn't know I was shouting until he winced and tried to cover his ears. He tugged my wrist and tried to kiss me.

As soon as I uttered a meek "no" the next moment, I saw him lying on the road, wincing in pain.

"The next time, when the lady says "NO" it means no, drunk or not. And I think you might have learned your lesson by now."

"Jesus, dude! I will not leave this matter here. Watch your back, Matt!"

"Sure, Brian. I can say the same to you."

"You fucking blind motherfucker!"

I might be a bit drunk, but that blind Matt guy (my apparent saviour) was throwing some awesome punches at Brian the asshole. I meant it was impossible for a blind man to do such things, but I could be imagining things too. God knows whatever was in New York's air. I was gawking at him intensely until someone cleared their throat.

"Oh, hi! I mean, I am sorry. I mean, thank you."

"Oh, it is okay. I mean, I am sorry you have to deal with that. But, you are safe. Did he hurt you? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I guess. I am. Pretty tipsy, a bruise on my wrist, but I'm okay. Thanks to you."

"I wish I could come here sooner." He whispered this to himself because it was nearly inaudible.

"Sorry, did you say something?"

"No, nothing. I know it's not my place, but are you two guys dating or what? I might be out of line, but I've never seen you before."

"Did you just say "seen me before"?"

"Ohh, I meant heard you before on the campus or lingered around here."

"Uhm, I'm not a student here, came here on a friend's invite."

"A friend? I hope you didn't mean Brian?"

"Oh, no! I never saw Brian before the mhmm incident. I am here or was here with Stella. She is studying law here." And all this while he held my bruised wrist, trying to create soothing circles.

"Stella Cunningham?"

"Yeah! Do you know her?"

"Not exactly! I know her, but her boyfriend, Winston, is kind of my friend."

"That's great, I guess."

"So, would you mind if I ask your name?"

"Yeah, I mean no, I am Y/N."

"Y/N. You have a nice name. I am Matt, by the way." My name never sounded better. I might be too drunk for my own good at that moment.

"You have a nice name too. And I think I should leave before the street filled with drunkards, mobsters and whatnot!"

"Really? I think it's rude to leave the place before giving New Year's kiss."

"WHAT?"

"Hahahaha...just pulling your leg. They have started the New Year's countdown. That's all I am saying."

Should I be kissing a complete stranger who just saved me from an asshole in the middle of the street?

"Hey, Y/N! I was just kidding. No need to think about it."

"Yeah, I know."

And then everyone's voices started reverberating in the atmosphere. All the people had started the countdown - 10 - 9 - 8 - 7 - 6 - 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1.

And I kissed my saviour on the cheeks because I still needed two-three bottles worth of alcohol courage to kiss him on the lips.

"Happy New Year, Matt!" I nearly whispered this.

"Happy New Year, Y/N. Can I hug you?"

"Uh, I think, yes."

"Yes? Thank you."

And I never felt better before. It was heavenly. Could hugs always feel this magical, or was it the person that makes hugs better?

"Thank you, Matt, for saving me."

He did not say anything at the moment, just tightened his hold. As if he was telling me never to worry because he would always be there for me. And I never felt that safer in my entire life. I was at peace. Perhaps he was too.

Some years later...

"Are you serious, Matt?"

"No, I am not! I was trying to talk to you since the day Stella brought you on campus with her at Winston's welcoming party."

"OH MY GOD! I did not know that. I swear!"

"Oh, I know, sweetheart, trust me."

"Oh My God, Matthew, you are such an idiot! Why didn't you talk to me? I mean, we could have met earlier. In reality, we met at that horrible New Year's Eve party. May I remind you, it was two years after Winston's party!"

"But it's worth the wait."

"You are such a lovely idiot, Mathew Murdock."

"Only for you, Mrs Murdock."

"I love you, Matty. Too much."

"I love you too, Y/N. Way more than you can imagine."

All these years, I was thinking we met on that dreadful yet magical night. As it turns out, he is a sneaky man, who slipped his way into my heart with love, adoration, trust, and everything that comes with it.

And on this New Year's Eve, we are sitting together, drinking each others' company and hoping for peace and happiness in the upcoming years, forever and always.

With that thought in mind, I kissed him with all my love because I do not need alcohol's assistance anymore, and him kissing me back, pouring all his love fervently.

And this, right here, is our peace, our happiness, our celebration of togetherness.

@digwhatudug

Memories

You left me a while ago,

Living in darkness for so long,

Do I realise

My conscience still lingers to your touch

Those kisses and hugs still reside in my heart

Those silly conversations about everything & anything

From the moon and the back

From eternity and beyond

Everything ingrained deep in my mind

Now, I live with the memories

Touching my soul, as no one can

Shireen

One Day

We will meet one day

Under the starry light

In a field full of blooming wildflowers

Surrounded by legends and fairies

Me, in a fiery gown

You, in a crisp tuxedo

Both yearn to be found by each other

Eyes wandering surreptitiously in the crowd

To get just a glimpse, maybe

Or maybe to touch and feel that you’re real and alive

To feel the essence of your skin

Will it be warm?

Like sultry winter sunlight

Will it be cold?

Like summery ice

Though it deems unattainable

Feels like the end of the world

In between the impossibles

We will find each other one day

- Shireen

Life, as we know it, is an unresolved

mystery,

An unnerving puzzle,

We spend our lives unravelling it,

But still unable to get the gist of it,

Though sometimes, at some stage,

We may think that everything is under our control,

Everything feels calm, collected and

content,

But that's the moment when life shows its true face,

It is the point when life throws its dice and turns everything upside down,

In a matter of moments, we lose everything,

Now, everything becomes disorganised, disgruntled, and dishevelled,

Things started to change, turning into

incomprehensible circumstances,

And with time, we do get to understand the mystery,

Not much, but enough to survive while alive,

For how long? No one knows,

All we know is that it's better to try live as much as we can,

Until we are here,

Until we all turn into ash & bone, buried deep down into the mysteries of what life is.

- Shireen

Nikita Gill

No matter what people have promised to you,

No matter how they have treated you,

Remember that, at the end of the day,

It will always be you collecting your broken pieces and making them afresh and workable

No one is coming to help, but only YOU will!

@shireentapestry

I feel homesick,

It's not the first time this feeling is engulfing me,

Drenching my soul with the same whirlwind of emotional turmoil,

I am tired,

Exhausted, in the process of discovering a place called home,

Where I can be happy and at peace,

A place, that holds a promise of delight,

Where I can be wild and free,

I feel this home is out there in the wilderness,

Calling me,

But it's elusive,

It feels like I am chasing the beloved moon,

I know it is there in front,

Ready to be touched and felt,

But still far far from reach,

No matter how close I get to it,

It slipped from my hand,

Like sand in a desert,

I can't hold it,

It's sinking away into oblivion,

And I start feeling homesick, again.

- Shireen

@shireentapestry

If I could fly,

I would fly to the mountains,

To taste the charm of peace and serenity,

To know how people feel,

When they are climbing to the highest point,

I heard that the mountains sing,

I would love to listen to those songs,

And dance in tranquillity ❤️

- Shireen

@shireentapestry

I am hopelessly in love with a memory.

An echo from another time,

Another place❤️

-Michael Faudet

@shireentapestry

Credits to the respective owner✌️🏾

I want to run away,

With someone in the middle of the night,

And go on adventures,

And see the world,

And eat at cheap truck shops,

And sit on top of the car,

And look at the stars,

And just be somewhere other than here...

Credits to the respective owner😊

I saw this on Pinterest,

Thought it would be better to share it on Tumblr.

I think Billy should be given a second chance, considering how rough his childhood was and how hard his father was on him.

What do you guys think?

@shireentapestry

You Are Amazing

It happened once again. She saw that dream again, though not an actual dream but a terrible nightmare. She found herself at the same place, debilitating. Where nothing was visible, only darkness prevailing at everything. She was crying and screaming for help, but nobody came to rescue her.

She heard that people often help girls if they are in need of it, but nobody came for her. Why? Was it because she was not beautiful? Or maybe because she was not fair as a girl should be? She cried over and over again, wandering everywhere on the streets, reaching for myriads of people, asking them to help her, but nobody gave a damn about her. She was devastated, yet hoping that she would be alright like all the happy people used to be. Days had passed, but her situation was getting worse than before. Nothing good was happening to her.

Maybe because she was so irreparable that no solution seemed reasonable to her. But one fine day, she met a few people. People who suffered a lot in their life. Instead of lamentation, they were living their lives like a hero, believing they had won battles. Battles, that made them the great people they wanted to be. Those moments exchanged with them gave her hope to deal with her pain. With each passing day, she was becoming more powerful, both mentally and physically. A new believer, acknowledging that everything would be okay if only she learned how to fight like a warrior. Then one fine day, she saw herself standing in front of a door. A door she had never seen before. Never in any dream or in a nightmare. Surprisingly, she did not remember how she reached there. A door which was shining brighter than anything she had ever seen in her life. She was striding ahead to reach the doorknob. As she opened the door, it became impossible to see what was lying there. But suddenly the light was starting to get fainter, and then she finally saw that that light was coming from a mirror. A beautifully carved mirror that she once saw in an antique shop.

As soon as she touched it, that mirror evolved into HER. It was impossible to believe for the human eye, but that mirror started to speak. It said, “Beauty always resides in you. It does not matter whether you are rich or poor, dark or fair, tall or short. Remember that you are precious. What you have, nobody else has ever had. Be who you are. If you ever try to be like someone else, then you will lose the charm you have. People are depressing themselves with the things they can never have. It is better for you to be happy with what you have right now. If you cry for the things you never had, how will you enjoy and cherish the things to have? Life is a mixture of appreciating small moments that stay with us till we die. Live your life to the fullest, not just drag your days to death. You never know when death will take you. Work hard, have faith and achieve anything, and everything good in life.”

@shireentapestry

Shireen

I heard this song first when I was the biggest fan of Twilight.

I mean who wouldn’t be? It was played in the background when Edward proposed Bella for marriage.

Don’t get me wrong, but it was dreamy at that time!

Though at that time, I listened this song just for the sake it being in the playlist of Twilight’s Song List.

But as the time has passed, this song makes more sense (or at least to me).

I can understand this song in a better way, and can absorb the lyrics too.

Besides, it has the voice of Sia, so you know what you’re getting into.

Please do let me know, what are your thoughts about this song✌🏾

@shireentapestry

Tajulmasajid - Bhopal, India

bigoldbrownbaby

How can we disregard the magnificence of messy handwritten letters,

The attractiveness of bouquets of handpicked flowers wrapped in a newspaper,

The magic of stargazing in the night, lying somewhere in the park,

The mystery in roaming around in the museum, admiring the out-of-the-world art, finding something new in overlooked pieces,

The admiration to hold onto something nostalgic & wretched,

The tragic history of forlorn love,

The tale of forgotten people,

The art of letting things go that shatter the soul for so long,

To wait eagerly for the long-lost passion,

To have everything all at once,

To be the old soul without the care in the world,

To live peacefully for once in life…

@shireentapestry

bigoldbrownbaby

Your touch is inexplicable,

Taking me to places I have never been,

Giving me the jittery feelings I have never felt,

It is all magical until it lasts,

Until I am not awake,

Until I am floating in a river of dreams.

Destinations

Life is never just for everyone, We all suffer it differently, And for a little amount of time, We find solace in the support others provide to us, We start to think that maybe we are all same, In suffering, bearing, and all the torturous efforts of life, But that's never the case, Indeed, we all endure, But everyone has their own set of sufferings, We might be sailing on the same boat, But our destinations are indeed different...